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deli-writes-kiss-fics · 3 months

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Eric Carr x Fem Reader oneshot

This is filth! 18+ MINORS BE GONE. DO NOT INTERACT. AGE IN BIO OR YOU'LL BE BLOCKED

This is pure smut. I tried my best! Not proofread though bc I'm hella tired. Long one-shot.

Please give me feedback. 18+ MDNI

Please interact! I'm trying to get more people to know of this account lol.

Feedback encouraged! Comment or dm. Idm. I'd like to know how I did.

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This was bad. So extraordinarily bad. Oh god if you got caught. You'd be ruined. Though that thought was was gone quicker than it had arrived as you felt Eric's mouth on your neck, you were cramped in the back of your car, you hadn't planned on this. You were just there to get an interview. A simple interview. That was it. Not with Mr big shot above you.

"You're gorgeous, you know that? Wow." his voice smooth, as he pulled at your blouse, pulling it past your shoulder to place a simple kiss there.

"We really shouldn't be...uh. E-Eric...what if we get caught?" You couldn't help but stare up at him with worried eyes.

"Makes it more fun, doesn't it? C'mon! It'll be fine! I'll cover for you" he hushed you, sitting up the best he could in the small space to start to unbutton your blouse. Your chest heaving, you watched his eyes, scanning over your breasts. It was like you were his prey.

"Fuck...so pretty" he mumbled as his large hands undone the last button and ran up from your waist to your breasts, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the fabric before he pulled off your shirt. Suddenly you were feeling rather vulnerable. His fingers traced the pretty lace, it sent chills through you.

"Wanna take it off for me baby?" He asked as his fingers slid under your back. You bit your lip, a little anxiety still bubbling in your chest but with his prompt, you arched your back and you felt Eric unclip it easily.

You watched as he flung the bra to the side, he was eating up the sight of your exposed chest. His lips soon met the space between your breasts, kissing ever so gently which contrasted his grip on your waist, keeping you in place as he moved to kiss each breast all the while whispering how perfect you were. His knee rested between your legs and as he moved up your body, he pressed further and further into you. A muffled whine accidentally escaped which caught Eric's attention.

"That was cute. I wanna hear more of that. I wanna hear all your sounds" You listened as he purred, and watched as he smirked, feeling his hand move lower, undoing your jeans and moving them low enough to slip his hand in.

"Eric-! This is embarrassing..." You breathed out and yet the feeling of his fingers rubbing gentle circles into your clit was already driving you insane.

"It's not. Don't worry. I doubt anyone will catch us. Let's just have some fun hmm?" He consoled which you knew was a lie. This was after a concert and an interview. There would be staff and sneaky fans about. His lips brushed past yours, taking your lower lip between his teeth, tugging before capturing them with a kiss, his tongue sliding in and exploring, you only pulled away with quickened breaths when you felt your jeans being pulled off, one leg completely free at least. You peeked down at Eric to see him admiring you, moving your legs further apart which made your face all hot.

"God you really are perfect huh...fuck I need you. Now." Eric said all before you watch him hurriedly unbutton his jeans and pull out his very generous cock. The sheer sight of it made you doubt you could accommodate such a monstrosity. You stared at it in complete shock but that changed when your want came into mind. You sat up and crawled into the space between Eric's legs. Taking it in your hand which barely covered him. You couldn't help but lick your lips before swallowing. You felt Eric's hand in your hair but not an ounce of pressure.

You slowly take just his tip in your mouth, your tongue flicking over the slit to catch the pretty pearl of precum before you moved off briefly to swallow. You lowered your head to lick a stripe up the length of his cock. You could hear his shaky breaths and how he gasped at your touches, a deep groan erupting from Eric as you took him back into your mouth, swirling your tongue a bit, you felt his hand grip your hair tightly but as you glanced up you could tell he was holding back in more ways than one.

"I don't think I can hold back anymore sweetheart..." He whispers as he bites back a moan, all eyes on you now as he lifts you off him, cupping your face, and wiping your mouth with his thumb. His face was flushed, as was yours. He pulled you into his arms and moved you into a sitting position, you on his lap while he was leaned back to give you both as much room as possible.

Oh no. Now people would have a clear view of your naked body from all angles. "Eric-! People will see me!" You whine, covering yourself with your arms the best you could, eyebrows knitted together.

You heard a chuckle slip from Eric's lips, he pulled you into his chest, one hand resting on your lower back and the other guiding your leg up, bent and out of the way before he aligned his cock up and helped you take him in his entirety. The feeling of his cock sliding into your dripping cunt was ungodly, it was taking everything in you to stay relaxed, the burning sensation of his thick cock stretching you was uncomfortable but god did he also feel so good.

After watching Eric play and then spending an hour in an interview, watching him pull at his jeans while he sat. Watching him get comfortable. Watching the way he watched you. You could barely sit still, you were bearly with it throughout the interview. You were imagining all the things you wanted this man to do to you.

And now here you were. Eric's cock was deep inside of you, your head resting on his shoulder as you both breathed heavily at the feel of each other. Sticky skin on skin, hair entangled together

"Fuck sweetheart you're so tight around me. I ain't gunna be able to move if you keep this up" Eric's weak voice admitted.

You tried to relax, tried to move, rocking your hips. You leaned up to kiss Eric, needing a distraction from the illegally large weapon that was taking refuge in your pussy prison.

You kept your pace slow until Eric took control, his hands on your hips, thrusting you down quicker and rougher, you could feel every inch of him as he hit your sweet spot repeatedly. The sounds that filled the car were disgusting, skin on skin. Eric's groans, your moans and the sound of your drenched pussy.

"Eric- s-slow down. It's too much" You whined as he pounded into you. You were curled up in his chest.

"I'm sorry but you just feel so damn good" He rasped as his thumb rubbed comfortingly over your thigh before his hand glided up your back, feeling his nails dragging a little before he cupped the back of your head, locking lips roughly with you, yet still trying to be gentle in his desperation. You kept your slow pace, clutching to Eric's shoulders, feeling dizzy with all the pleasure. You hadn't felt this good in a very long time.

You both were moaning into the kiss, hungrily fighting for dominance, you caved easily though which was aided when Eric thrusted deep into you. It had your thighs trembling, and your breasts bouncing which quickly prompted him to take them in his hands, ever so gently pinching your nipples which had your breath hitching and stuttering as you tried to keep up with his almost erratic pace. The rhythm you had both found was starting to falter as you neared your climaxes. You could feel the tight coil pulling.

"I'm close- Eric...please-" You begged, eyebrows knitted together and your forehead pressed against Eric's, occasionally catching each other's lips before you felt Eric's teeth graze your neck, slowing his pace purposefully, fuck he was teasing so badly. You tilted your head to give him better access to your neck as he sucked a lovebite into your neck, and another and one more as he slowly. Agonisingly. Pulled out of you almost completely while lifting you before forcing you down on his cock.

"Eric please-" You whined. Begged. Pleaded.

"Alright, baby. Do you want some help? Hmm?" He almost growled as his pace kept up. Guiding you on his cock, one hand moving to rub gentle circles on your clothes once more. You could hear how he held back a bit on his noises as you clenched around him. Suddenly being so exposed didn't matter as you rocked in rhythm, grasping at any part of Eric you could. Your moans. Your cries. You didn't keep quiet. You didn't even think to, you were so lost in the moment. You felt the snap and the rippling of your orgasm which was spurred on by Eric's, you could feel as he pulsed inside of you. You heard him groan a slow, drawn-out "fuck".

"Eric, Eric Eric...fuck-" you stuttered and trembled in his lap, you could feel your wetness gushing as Eric helped you ride out both your climaxes. He muffled your words in a kiss, both moaning as you slowly came down from your high, dazed as you sat in his lap, shaky ans breathless.

"You did so well, sweetheart...round two?" You gasped a little at his words and slapped him on the chest playfully.

"Shut up..." You mumbled before taking a glance at your watch. "Fuck I have to go-!" You suddenly exclaimed. Clambering off Eric and trying to gather your clothes. You were putting on your panties when you heard the sound of a camera. Your eyes met Eric's mischievous ones.

"Tell you didn't just take a picture of me naked!" You blurted out as you stare him down.

"Just for my personal collection. No one will see" He tried to speak.

"I have a career! That picture could ruin it!" You state.

"I swear on my life no one will see. Can see your face in it. Don't worry."

You groaned as you got dressed. Eric following your actions. You gathered your things.

"Hurry up and get out. I need to get going and the rest if the guys will wonder where you are."

"Alright, alright. Im goin'" you heard him laugh. You both got out of your car on opposite sides of the back, standing only to be met with Genes eyes. "Have fun?" The look on Genes face made you want to die.

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ericcarrsworshipper · 1 month

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Please comment some Sad/Angst (this includes hurt - no comfort trope too) for the KISS band. Can be based on real or non real events. Just need some ideas for some blurbs/imagines/shirt stories.

It can be minor friendly or 18+ (in terms of topics included. If 18+ feel free to put it in the submit box/asks.

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meowiwo · 10 months

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Does anyone know any Kiss (band) x reader Fanfiction ???? I need it but I can’t find any 😭 any fanfics including Gene, Paul, Eric Carr, Peter Criss or Ace??????? (Or all of them ofc)

Help (╥_╥)

#kissband #kiss band #kiss band fanfiction #does anyone know any Fanfiction #kiss army #any kiss member

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coffeeghoulie · 24 days

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If it’s possible would you be able to mix 20 and 6 together with Swiss and Phantom? If not you can choose which one you want

Thanks in advance if you come up with anything

I did my best to combine these, though I feel like you had a certain scenario in mind and I tried to follow that but my brain went "oops, Swiss angst" instead. This technically follows both my Swiss and Aeon lore from Eternal Heatstroke, but you don't need to have read that for this. Hope you enjoy!

#20: on a scar and #6: on a falling tear from this prompt list

Aeon hates when Swiss goes still. The multi-ghoul is almost constantly in a state of motion, shifting his weight, tail swaying behind him, tapping his toes or drumming his fingers. Normally, the only time he stops moving is when he's asleep, and even then he doesn't quite lay still. He's only still if he's hurting, upset and lost in thought.

The door to their room creaks, and Aeon knocks on the frame before they enter. The room is dark and they can just barely see his silhouette where he sits on the edge of the bed. "'S just me," they say as their good eye adjusts to the darkness. "Missed you today."

Swiss makes a non-committal noise, a flat hum, to acknowledge they've been heard, but he doesn't move. If it weren't for the shallow rise and fall of his breathing, Aeon could be convinced he's been traded out for one of the statues in the chapel.

Aeon chews nervously at their bottom lip, hand trembling as they start to reach out. "Swiss, can you talk to me?" they ask, voice wavering.

He still doesn't move, head in his hands. Aeon bites their lip harder, carefully making their way to his side. "Sorry bug, thought I'd've pulled myself together by now."

He'd woken up like this, quiet and withdrawn, and Aeon had done their best to cheer him up before they had to rush off to their chores. But it hadn't worked.

Aeon shakes their head, sitting down next to him; close enough that they can feel his body heat against their thigh, but far enough away that they can give him an out if he wants to take it. "If I were feeling bad," they begin softly, each word careful, "Would you want to let me sit there and pull myself together?"

Swiss looks up at that, and Aeon tries to hide their wince at just how puffy his eyes are, the pretty gold of his irises wet with unshed tears. "No, I wouldn't," he says.

"Could you just talk to me?" Aeon asks. "I- I don't like not being able to help, Swiss."

Swiss laughs wetly. "I know, buggy," he says, voice still a little distant. "I know."

Aeon doesn't say anything, just stubbornly holds Swiss's gaze, waiting for one of them to speak.

It takes a few minutes, but eventually Swiss heaves a sigh, drifting just close enough that their thighs are pressed together knee to hip. Aeon leans in, still hesitant, waiting for an adverse reaction, and rests their temple on his shoulder. "Had a weird dream, bug," he says, staring at the wall. Aeon is reminded painfully of that first heart-to-heart, all those months ago. "Pit dream."

"Oh," Aeon breathes, chuffing and trying to comfort him. They know all about Pit dreams; having been plagued with them the first few months they'd been Up Top. "Alone?"

Swiss takes a deep breath, leaning over, carefully avoiding the points of their horns as he rests his head on top of theirs. "Nah, from before I left. Birth pack shit."

Aeon hums, pressing themself closer to him comfortingly.

"It's funny, missing people who hurt you," Swiss says, his words hanging heavy in the air. "Dreamt about my mother, and my sisters, and things were good. Things were really good, and I didn't know it was a dream until I woke up this morning."

His voice cracks, and Aeon looks up, eyes wide, just as a tear races down his cheek, disappearing into his stubble.

"I really miss them," he says, voice small. Aeon shifts, grabbing his waist and turning him so he can embrace their multighoul tight, fingers carding through his braids as they guide his head down. They kiss his cheek, just over that shiny teartrack, the exact spot where, before they had gotten along, Aeon had clawed. It had been healed, leaving no trace except for both of them knowing what had happened. They kiss his cheek again, the corner of his lips, before bringing his head down to the crook of their neck.

"I know," Aeon whispers, because they do know, has been held through this exact same dilemma. Swiss greedily accepts the embrace, holding them tight around their ribs as he cries against theit neck.

"Thank you, bug," Swiss whispers, once he's cried himself out. Aeon chuffs, blunt claws scratching his scalp.

"Any time," Aeon says simply. "You did the same for me."

#dot's writing #swiss ghoul #aeon ghoul #technically not but i'm gonna tag it bc of the Lore #eternal heatstroke #(also i will not shut up about them debuting that song the night before i'm gonna be there. rude lmao)#the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #kiss prompts

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the-metal-pixie · 2 months

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Ok so I didn’t expect to receive that much attention from the first post- I DON’T DESERVE ALL THIS PRAISE 😭

Well, I might as well give the people what they want! Here’s some headcanons/made up storyline and an attempt at designing outfits for them 🤘 (+ drawing of them together)

Disclaimer: I cannot draw men, especially attractive ones, so sorry if they look girly

Spaceman/Space Ace

• Spaceman zooms around space for fun in his little comet (as shown in the drawing)

• His eyes light up when he’s happy (or spaced out… so basically 90% of the time lol)

• Hangs out around many different planets and has probably met every single kind of extraterrestrial life (Except for “star-people”)

• Likes to visit earth and enjoy the nature and human technology while hanging out with his friends (Cat and Fox)

• Enjoys giving people nicknames

• Was shocked when he first met Starchild since he never saw any living being as breathtakingly beautiful as him (That’s a lot considering he doesn’t even breathe)

• Silly mf

• Loves playing with card decks but doesn’t actually know any games

Starchild

• Leaves a trail of rose petals when he passes by (again, as shown in the drawing)

• Pretty stoic and blank faced for most of the time

• Used to be a sun before becoming a humanoid star (and basically froze the one planet that used to orbit him)

• Has future vision in his dreams

• Lives mostly by himself on the frozen planet whit his only “Company” being someone who talks to him in his dreams (Aka the Elder)

• In denial about his feelings for the Spaceman

• Oh yeah his eye lights up too

Yeah I basically fully blame AO3 for this. I was bored during the new years and decided to read a kiss fanfic for the first time, I was surprised to see that Ace/Paul was the most popular relationship, I got curious and now here we are

I would write my own fanfic if I knew how to write, but that is a skill that I unfortunately do not possess. Maybe I’ll share my ideas if anyone is interested but idk if this will get any attention

If you read this whole thing, thank you so much for the support! :D

#kiss fanart #kiss fanfiction #spaceman #the starchild #spacechild #i cant draw #skill issue #cringe #kiss band #gay

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stvolanis · 6 months

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ꕥ𝐉𝐂s 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐓ꕥ

“ₜₕₑ wₒᵣₗd ᵢₛ yₒᵤᵣₛ”

MASTERLIST

ABOUT ME

RULES

REQUESTS OPEN‼️‼️

.・゜゜・. .・゜゜・. ゜゜・

.・゜゜・. .・゜゜・. ゜゜

✮ I WRITE FOR

✎ Stranger Things (Eddie, Billy, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jim Hopper)

✎ Mötley Crüe (Nikki, Tommy)

✎ Guns N’ Roses (Axl, Slash, Steven, Duff, Izzy)

✎Metallica (James, Kirk)

✎ KISS (Eric Carr, Paul, Gene, Ace)

✎ My Hero Academia (Aaizawa, Toga, Dabi, Hawks, Shigiraki, Bakugo, Endeavor)

✎ Hazbin Hotel (Alastor, Valentino, Angel Dust)

✎ Outer Banks ( JJ, John B, Pope, Rafe, Barry, Ward, Sarah, Kiara, Cleo)

✎ Stand By Me (Ace, Eyeball)

✎ On My Block (Latrelle, Spooky, Ray)

✎ Hilda Furacão (Saint, Aramel, Roberto, Hilda, Leonor)

✮ I WILL WRITE

✎ degradation, hybrid OC/reader, praise, spitting, heavy cnc, power play, age gap, sir/daddy/mommy kinks, threesomes, gang bangs, voyeurism, step-cest, pet play, power play, size kink, slapping, breath play, gun play, knife play, blood kinks, dom/sub/switch, role-play, kidnapping, oral (m & f receiving), somnophilia, etc. just ask!!

✮ I WILL NOT WRITE

✎necro, ddlg, age play, anything to do with urine or feces, incest, feederism, pedophilia, rape, under the influence sex, raceplay, beastiality, basically no weird ass shit!

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st-danger · 11 months

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Hello my friend i would like for you to think of the following

Dew (on the tour bus) calling Aether (not on said bus) in the middle of night (everyone “asleep”) because he needs to hear aethers voice when he cums and oh he’s two fingers deep (normally fingers are saved for hotel rooms) and he’s edging himself on accident and he’s trying so hard not to make any noise but he has to hear aethers voice tell him to cum

Can't talk right now, Dew texts him, but I need you to talk to me.

And then, realizes how that could be alarming, adds:

Two fingers inside.

It's late enough where he almost expects Aether to be sleeping, to get zero response. He isn't sure what he'd do, then; the need thrumming through him, the ache... relief. He needs relief. He could get there himself, but it'll be better with his voice on the line. Fortunately, the phone lights up a few minutes later, and Dew, legs drawn up with his nimble fingers wiggling inside himself, bites the inside of his cheek. He has to keep the movements slow, prevent himself from making noise. He answers, holding the phone between his head and shoulder.

"It's late," Aether murmurs into Dew's ear. Dew's shaky, soft exhale is answer enough. His privacy curtain is drawn, he hears Mountain snoring softly a few bunks away. "Hope you're keeping it down."

He is trying. Very hard, he might add, to hold back the noises he'd like to make freely. To never stroke himself too fast, to work his fingers in slow to prevent telltale slick sounds.

"Should be my hands and fingers," Aether continues. "Wish you were throbbing in my palm."

Dew hears a rustle of fabric on the line, intentionally loud he thinks, and then a low, pleased rumble as Aether clearly has begun to toy with himself. The mental imagine of Aether working his fat dick up in a large hand has him clenching, fluttering around his fingers.

"Bet you look so good right now," Aether says. "Bet your cheeks are as pink as your cock. You've been hard for a while, haven't you? Must really need it, fingering yourself on the bus." Petty pleasure derived from the breathless way Aether finishes that sentence. Like saying it aloud is hot to him. Dew hopes it is. He's drawing short, measured breaths in and out through his nose. His body feels so tense. He keeps his fist tight as he jerks his cock, so slow, has to keep quiet, and continues to slide lotion-slick fingers in and out of his hole.

Two of Aether's fingers would feel like so much more, he reminds himself, and a pretty pearl of fluid beads out onto the tip of his cock. He feels it well up but cannot see; his bunk is dark, obviously, but the slow leak is unmistakable, confirmed when he rubs his thumb back and forth over the head on his next glacial upstroke.

"Keep breathing into the phone," Aether instructs, and Dew hears him spit- must be into his own hand, because his ears are flooded with wet, rhythmic sounds. He feels his throb from his inside and outside, where his hand squeezes his stiffy. "You got me hard, Dew." Aether huffs a laugh, disbelieving. "So fast. Unholy Father, you're so hot. Keep stroking, yeah? Pet inside for me. Wiggle those fingers the way I know you like it. Can you get them a little deeper inside yourself? Can you do that for me?"

Dew pulls his knees further up, and awkward and uncomfortable thing, but the discomfort adds to it for him. Uncomfortable at someone else's request is a situation he finds himself in often, and one he derives great satisfaction from. He exhales in a rush, lips close to the receiver when he wriggles them deeper in.

"When you get back, I'm going to make you cry." Dew screws his eyes shut, momentarily speeding up his strokes on his cock before forcing himself to slow down. Can't make noise, has to keep quiet. Has to. His narrow chest is heaving. "M'gonna get you in my bed and make up for lost time. Take you apart, make your little legs shake, hurt you a little-" Aether cuts himself off with a moan, and Dew winces at the sound he wishes he could echo. His face feels hot. The corners of his eyes prickle.

"Yes or no, whisper really quiet, but tell me if you're close."

Barely audible, Dew's lips form the word yes, right into the microphone. He's right there. Has been. Just needs that extra little push. The cherry on top to get him to lose it. He's going to stain his shirt. The backs of his knees are sweaty, he knows.

"Squeeze it all out for me," Aether urges, and Dew feels a tremor ripple through his body, head to toes. "Go on and really wring it out the way I do, yeah? Make your ass clamp down on your fingers, make it nice and tight. I know how greedy it gets."

The point of no return is on him within seconds. He wants to tell Aether to keep talking him through it, that he's about to cum, but he can't and somehow Aether just knows anyway.

"Go on, love. Go on and squirt for me and I'll do the same for you, okay?"

#pyre my beloved #a thousand kisses for you #st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #ghost headcanons #ghost fic #ghost fanfiction #aether ghoul #dew ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #aether/dew #aether/dewdrop #aether/sodo #aether x dew #nameless ghouls

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polteergeistt · 8 months

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thinking about fanboy vessel. have cryptid man in love with his cryptid husbands. no smut just lots of love. <3

Vessel who can't get his bandmates off of his mind. Vessel who can't keep his eyes off of them, nor his hand, nor his mouth. Vessel who can't shut up about how much he craves them and how wonderful they are at their job.

Vessel who traps IV in a hug from behind, nibbling at his ear as he whispers well deserved praise. IV who let his head rest on his shoulder, leaving more space for him to kiss his neck. IV who can't help but let out shaky breaths as Vessel's tongue and teeth and lips find his sweet spot and tease him. Vessel who presses his hand on his guitarist's chest to hold him closer. Said guitarist who places his own hands over them. Their fingers that entwine and don't let go.

Vessel who wraps an arm around II's shoulders and pulls him to himself. II who looks at him with his big beautiful eyes we all know and love. Vessel getting lost in them and falling harder in love by the second. His hands cupping the drummer's face, softly pushing his thumbs in his cheeks to feel how squishy they are. II's arms wrapping around his waist and not letting space between them, neither of them complaining about it. II pressing his face in Vessel's chest and him holding him close as he kisses the top of his head. Vessel murmuring to II the nicest words and II gently squeezing him in return, his heart warm and happy in his ribcage. The both of them gently rocking from side to side in a silent lazy waltz.

Vessel who takes III's hands and kisses each knuckles. Vessel who holds them close to his chest when he's done. III who slides his fingers along the other's ribs to reach his back and pull him to his chest. Vessel who nuzzles in it and say directly to his heart that he loves him very much. Vessel who pulls on III's collar to kiss his collarbone. Vessel who undoes a button of the bassist's shirt to give himself more skin to adore and to not hurt his beloved. III who lets him do it with a loving smile on his face and rubs his hands up and down the singer's back. The bassist who playfully squeezes his ass and Vessel biting back. Vessel whose hands explore III's chest like he's discovering it for the first time.

Vessel adoring his bandmates equally with his whole heart and soul. Yeah. Boys in love.

#sleep token #sleep token iii #sleep token vessel #sleep token ii #sleep token iv #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token headcanons #poltergeist writes #gay #boys kissing #boys in love #sleep token band #polyvessels #polyamory #polteergeistt writes

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literallytoogaytofunction · 27 days

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"I don't think that's how you use the slider-"

✨ Wolfstar as that one photo of Bowie and Ronson ✨

✧₊⁺

(close-ups and full ((half-arsed)) background under cut)

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leezlelatch · 9 months

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Kiss Prompt - "I really, really want to kiss you right now" - Copia

Copia x GN!Reader - kiss prompt, insecurities, misunderstandings, Copia's surgery, smooching, worship of the white suit.

One and only prompt given to me and for my beloved @writingjourney.

“So we’re definitely keeping all the crotch shots, right?” You ask, flipping the photograph in your hand around so the antipope sitting across the room from you can see it.

Copia cuts you a look before turning back to the document on his desk. You smirk to yourself, letting out a small huff of a laugh as you look back down to the stacks of photos on the small table you’re using as a workspace in his office. There are a lot of photographs that the immensely talented photographer for the Ghost Project takes for each Ritual, but they tend to…pile up. And you have been given the - frankly blessed - task of looking through photo after photo of Copia during the Prequelle era. From the Pale Tour Named Death to his ascendency as Papa Emeritus IV.

Your primary task is to separate them into two organized piles. Ditch and keep. From the very vague instructions Sister Imperator gave you, it has something to do with the next tour and a mini museum. As tedious as your task is, you’ve really tried to separate each photo by suit. Black, red, and white, as well as two piles for the black and red cassock. It is so…fascinating to see Copia during a time when you didn’t know him. A time when becoming Papa was a dream he thought would never be realized. A time of facial hair and very attractive sideburns.

“What happened to your suits, by the way?” You ask Copia, placing another picture in the keep pile which is significantly bigger than the ditch. Copia makes a small noise in the back of his throat, an indication that he’s thinking and that he needs to finish the paragraph he’s reading lest he lose his place.

He places his finger down and looks in your direction, “In my closet. Toward the back. Getting acquainted with the dust bunnies.”

“Even the white one?” You say, distraught as you bring your hands to your cheeks.

Copia raises a brow at your theatrics, leaning forward on his elbow across the expanse of his desk as he regards you with an amused smile. “What has you so concerned, topolino?” His head tilts to the side in that natural curious way of his.

“I just think that they…,” you pause as you choose your words carefully, eyes pointedly looking away from him. The blush painting your cheeks broadens his smile. “Have a little more wear to them.”

“Eh, well…they were good for, you know, my Cardinal days, but as Papa I have a much better wardrobe, don’t you think?” He pulls at his brocaded vest before adjusting the frilled sleeves at his wrists.

“Oh, yeah! I’m just saying I really love the Prequelle era! You know it’s my favorite album, and your stage outfits were just so…I mean look at you…Copia?” You pause in your exuberance, one of the photographs in your hand, observing the frown crossing his lips that deepens with every word, made sharper by his face paint.

His eyes fall to the picture in your hand, brow furrowing. His hand comes up to brush against his bare top lip, fingertips then finding the tip of his nose. His eyes seem to go hazy, pupils falling to pinpricks creating an expanse of green and white that looks through you and not quite at you. “Do you think I made a mistake?” He asks, his voice quiet, reaching you like a pot of scalding water against your skin. You place the photograph down on the desk, your own gaze wide as you look back at him. “Should I not have gotten this…,” he waves his hand around in front of his face. “Eh, facial?”

“What?” You sound flabbergasted, confused. Concern etched across your features as you try and figure out what may have prompted him to ask such a question.

“I can regrow the mustache! The sideburns may take a little work…,” Copia trails off as he touches his face again, deep in thought, his eyes dropping to the desktop.

You close your eyes, cursing yourself for…you’re smarter than this. You know how Copia feels about the surgery. And here you are, gushing over Cardinal Copia when Papa Emeritus IV is in front of you, needing your support when he cannot get it elsewhere. He smiled, big and toothy, the day he returned from his ascension and you called him “Papa” for the first time. He looked grateful, however bruised and swollen, bandages across his nose when you expressed how glad you were that he wouldn’t have to suffer such severe nasal issues anymore. He once called you his strength. It wouldn’t do to fail him now.

“Copia. Just because you got a nose job and shaved doesn’t make you any less beautiful than you are in these photos. It’s still you. You still look like yourself. You’re still the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.”

Your words seem to echo across his quiet office, and leave a silence in its wake. He’s looking at you again, lips parted, boring a hole into you with passionate and relieved eyes that make your cheeks flush. Copia stands from his desk and smooths his hands down his thighs, moving around the chair to carefully push it in before walking toward your small workspace. You stare up at him, unsure, and he flounders like a fish for a moment, mouth opening and closing.

“I really, really want to kiss you right now,” he finally says.

You suck in a breath and look down, blinking before meeting his gaze once more. “Please.”

Copia looks down at the little table piled with photos and promptly tips it over. The photographs go scattering, his former image fluttering to the floor like a cleansing rain, and then he’s on you. Pulling you up from the chair with steady, gloved hands, he draws you into his body, pressing flush against you as he claims your lips like he’s claiming a prize he has waited far too long for. Copia kisses you like a man who found an oasis in the desert, thoroughly licking into your mouth with abandon, capturing every noise you make with lips that nip and suck your bottom lip until it's swollen. He lets you take in a much needed breath only to continue across your jaw and down your neck, growling softly as he sucks a spot into your sensitive skin which he kitten licks before pulling away.

You stare at each other, chests heaving. His paint is a mess, a slash of gray around his mouth, and you can only imagine what your mouth and neck looks like. Copia smiles, softly chuckling as his eyes rove over your kiss swollen lips.

“Amore?” He questions softly, taking your hand in his.

You smile. “I really, really want you to kiss me again.”

#the band ghost #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa iv x reader #copia x reader #papa emeritus iv fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction #papa emeritus iv x gn reader #cardinal copia x reader #copia fanfiction #copia x gn reader #kiss prompts

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forlorn-crows · 2 months

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Could you do 11 with Sunny and Cirrus please ❤️

#11 . . . in joy

Cirrus is drained, tired from her temples to her toes. The ride home had been full of nothing but bumps and chatter; Lucifer bless him, Mountain had tried to soothe her while her mate flitted about excitedly with Aeon and Aurora, practically sticking their faces to the bus windows while they perched on the skinny sofa, butts in the air and tails wagging in tandem. While the steady arm around her shoulders and the earth ghoul's calming scent was nice (even if it was overpowered with bright, citrusy excitement once they pulled into the abbey's long drive), Cirrus needs, more than anything, a long hot bath in solitude and semi-darkness.

It's all she's thinking about as they disembark. All she looks forward to as she drags her belongings in an oversized tote bag down the narrow steps, locating her luggage from one of the siblings sent out to help them and the rest of the crew unload. Just a nice, relaxing soak with some oils and bubbles, a glass of wine in the hand that's draped over the porcelain side.

The fantasy floats away the second she steps inside the vestibule and sees her through the small crowd of people. A curly copper head with warm brown horns bouncing up and down excitedly next to a certain quintessence ghoul's shoulder.

Sunshine.

Cirrus drops her bags next to a nearby pillar, hardly caring if her tote falls over and spills all its contents. All she cares about---Cumulus too, from the sounds of it---is getting that warm, beautiful girl of a ghoul back into her arms again.

Her gasp and subsequent squeal ring out over the din of the group, and the three of them barrel towards each other through the throng of people.

Cirrus reaches her first, Sunny practically crashing into her and jumping into her arms simultaneously.

"Cir!" she cries into her neck. "Oh I missed you so much!"

The taller ghoulette squeezes her tight. "Missed you too, sunbug. C'mere." Cirrus pulls back and cups Sunshine's face, pulling her into a kiss. She could nearly cry at the surge of joy and relief that floods her chest at the touch of her lips, slotting together like no time has passed.

She must linger a little too long, because Cumulus pipes up beside her. "Cirrrr," she whines impatiently. "Let me have a turn or I'm gonna explode!"

Sunshine laughs, as pretty as a windchime in a summer breeze. "There's plenty of me to go around, Lucy." She smiles wide and reaches for her, and Cumulus pulls her into a near bone-crushing hug. Sunny just squeals and laughs, soaking it all in.

Cirrus thinks she can forego the bath, at least for the moment, if it means she can bathe in Sunshine's warmth and love instead.

#send me a number and i'll write a kiss #ask #lo-rt #a lil cute one before bed <3 #i do love my girls #sunshine ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine/cirrus #cirrus/sunshine #sunshine x cirrus #cirrus x sunshine #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfiction #ficlet

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deli-writes-kiss-fics · 3 months

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I have some utter filth for you Eric Carr x Fem Readers. Should be out tonight hopefully. I'm really trying with this oneshot.

Love you all. 🧡🧡🧡

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black--cherryy · 10 months

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Kiss

Their favorite way to punish u ⚠️Smut⚠️

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Paul: He has a very good body and he knows it so I think the perfect punishment for u would be watching while he jerks off and u can't touch him or yourself. He would like seeing u just sitting there all frustrated not being able to do anything beside watching his hand stroke his member and hearing his soft moans.

Ace: Ace doesn't really get mad or anything but if u drive him over the edge then even he can get rough. I think he would go for a classic spanking. He has big hands so they would make perfect red handprints on your butt. I don't think he would use a belt tho bc even tho it's a punishment, he could never hurt u or make u cry.

Peter: I think he would go for choking the shit out of u. Whether with his hand or dick, he would make u regret being a brat. He would choke u with his hand almost till u pass out and then removing his hand and fuck u while doing that of course or he would thrust his dick into your throat and fuck it till u turn bright red.

Gene: Now for Gene I think he would just fuck the hell out of u in the roughest way possible. He would take both of your holes till u shake from pain and pleasure. He would also make u cum multiple times until ur overstimulated and so sensitive that just a little touch would make u squirt. He would enjoy torturing your overstimulated clit till u lose it.

#kiss band #ace frehley #gene simmons #kiss #kiss army #kissblr #paul stanley #peter criss #paul stanley imagine #paul stanley x reader #ace frehley x reader #gene simmons x reader #peter criss x reader #kiss smut #kiss fanfiction

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coffeeghoulie · 23 days

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T4T swisstom with 20 for the kiss prompts if you comfortable with it

pls and thank you (your writing is amazing)

Thank you so much, and thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy this!

#20: Kiss on a scar from this prompt list

It's sticky and hot, middle of July heat making everything miserable. Even with the air conditioning cranked, the ghouls lament their normal piles, breaking off into pairs or alone. (Rain, however, whines with frustration when most of his mates aren't keen on cuddling together, his lower body temperature making the summer heat much more bearable.)

Swiss and Aeon find themselves on one of the couches in the common room, comfortably high and plastered together. Swiss, part fire, runs a little warmer, but Aeon's too clingy to really care. They chuff, rubbing their cheek against his chest, the scrape of his coarse chest hair just on the right side of too much stimulation.

Swiss raises his head lazily, gold eyes locked on them. "You comfy, bug?" He says, voice languid and slow.

"Mhm," Aeon hums, tongue too heavy in their mouth for longer answers. "You're pretty."

"Hmm?" Swiss says, a purr kicking up in his chest. Aeon giggles, pressing their face closer to him. His heartbeat thuds against his ribs, and Aeon lets their eyes shut, feeling it pulse against their cheek.

"Said you're pretty," Aeon repeats, rubbing their face against him like a cat. Their nose runs along the well-healed scars under his pecs, and they can't help themself but to press a kiss to the long line of faded scar tissue.

Swiss laughs, the sudden motion jolting them. "Nah, you're the pretty one, bug, you're all starry and shit."

Aeon whines, curling closer to him as their tail finds his, spiraling around it. "Not fair that you're good sweet-talkin' while you're high."

"Got lots of practice," Swiss coos, hand coming up to run through their sweaty hair. "Besides, you're doing pretty good at it too."

Aeon lifts their head, their purple eye meeting his gold, both of their pupils inky and swallowing up most of their irises. "Yeah?'

"Yeah," Swiss confirms with a little nod.

Aeon preens, giggling as they settle back down against Swiss's bare chest. They press little kisses under his pecs. "The best pillows," they declare, startling another laugh out of Swiss. The flash of teeth is a victory. "Switties."

"Dork," Swiss's hand skates up their back, skin clammy with sweat, fingers playing with the hem of their binder.

"Your dork," Aeon counters, mouthing at his chest, the barest hint of fangs against his skin. "'M your dork."

Swiss sits up a little, just enough to kiss the sweaty hair between their horns. "Yeah, bug, you're my dork. I'm not your chew toy though."

"Aw," Aeon whines, leaning back to prop their chin up on his chest, pouting as they make eye contact again. "Thought you liked it."

Swiss throws his head back and cackles, and Aeon can't help but laugh along.

#dot's writing #swiss ghoul #aeon ghoul #kiss prompts #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction

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